another try for horror poem..
Ryan wakes up back home in Truro with no memory of his life in Cliffport. His parents are alive, his brother is not trying to kill him, and his best friend is still his best friend.
David leaned over the skeleton of the two-headed Cuban giant in front of him. The dark skin stretched across concave cheeks like degraded leather across an old drum, teeth grimacing.
Part 3 of Django Zoon: The Straightener.
Mystery of your face, mirrors
of your grace,
many smiles have met those lips,
faint kisses filled iwth contempt, naked asps
dance in the air, twist
no one's fair.
Meeting you was like
It calls the name. Unwoken, unshod, the beast
Walks/ it’s name
Unspoken/ cast the dice
And pray for
Deliverence/
For the time is right
The signs appear
And we have waited
They'd just hit something... Jill needed to know what.
Vicky knew, and she didn't want to hang around.
For Madeline, still very much in my heart and thoughts especially at this time of year
Django Zoon, a 28 year-old Liverpudlian who works in a factory by day and performs in a pub rock band by night has an apparent chance meeting with a long forgotten childhood friend, which sets him on
Django Zoon. Top time and space bastard.
He said he’d received a call from some old lady claiming to be a psychic of all things. I mean, come on… a psychic, can you even believe he fell for that old chestnut?’
Ellie Vincent was about to receive news no mother ever wants to hear.
Louigi Roccossa exited through the rear of his café to see the black girl who’d run through his kitchen being lifted from the ground. ‘Hey you,’ he called out in his best Italian English.
The story moves from 1919 to 2007. In the space of two months eight teenage girls had gone missing and were taken to Martinsville. Will Alicia Vincent be the ninth?
Some of you, (although from the lack of comments received its hard to say) may have read this before. But changes have been made to it, some subtle, some not so. But all necessary.